The auxiliary elf gave Guilliman detailed information about the subspace LAN.
I also gave him some basic knowledge about the subspace.
Subspace is a dimension that is not limited by time and causal rates.
It is an abstract concept that manifests itself through the restless emotions of living things.
It is not bound by any laws and is a random and unstructured realm of pure energy and wandering consciousness.
The mysteries contained therein are endless and are always changing.
This is true chaos, unfettered by physical limitations and unguided by rational goals.
There is always chaos and conflict.
This wondrous realm is beyond the comprehension of mortal wisdom.
He lies on the side of dreams and nightmares, with endless scope but no form or structure.
Since the birth of the universe, this mysterious realm has appeared along with the real universe.
The souls and emotions of living things became a torrent, leaving a never-ending echo in the warp.
This maddening realm consists of the fear, hope, ambition and despair of real life in the universe.
The evil entities fed by countless lives are also constantly causing this space to squeeze the real universe.
However, this mysterious area also brings another different world to human beings.
Psykers can draw strength from this mysterious realm and channel it to perform supernatural feats.
All the mysterious powers that humans can imagine can be realized through the subspace.
Send information to other targets in the vast universe.
Peep into the future through the soul and predict what will happen in the future.
Harness the power of the Warp.
Control the elements of nature like a god.
The magic and fairy arts imagined by humans are closely related to this.
The Chaos Gods born within them possess power and wisdom that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Ordinary men would voluntarily serve the Chaos Gods, lured by promises of extraordinary power and immortality.
Guilliman knew how vulnerable people were when faced with the temptation of extraordinary power.
My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God; No one is a hero without cruelty.
Those ordinary people will feel at ease to transform into demons and use any means to achieve their own power.
Humanity's bond to the Warp runs deep.
Starting from the sacrifices in the barbaric era and the early religious beliefs.
Human fear, anger, desire or sadness all caused faint ripples in the warp, becoming a small part of those horrible entities.
If you want to completely get rid of the Chaos Gods, the only way is to escape from the Warp.
Like the Necrons, it can only be done by pure machinery.
The problem is that once full mechanization occurs, humans will lose their souls.
The soul forces humans to rely on the subspace again.
Just as a person needs to breathe, the soul also needs to be nourished by the warp ether.
This is also the reason why many of the Emperor's plans during the Great Crusade were full of contradictions.
He destroyed religious temples everywhere, banned psychic exploration, and prohibited superstitious worship.
However, they have to rely on special psychic variants such as astropaths and navigators.
Human beings cannot live without the subspace, just as the subspace cannot live without the real universe.
The two are interdependent.
The Emperor's Webway project came about for this reason.
He longed to build a barrier through the Webway to isolate humans from the Warp, while allowing human souls to be nourished by the Warp.
Unfortunately, the Webway Project ultimately failed.
Now, the auxiliary elves gave Guilliman another way, using his power of command as the foundation to build a firewall.
Draw a barrier between human souls and subspace entities to establish a relatively safe area to keep out the harmful information brought by the gods.
Humans can explore it.
When those truly strong ones are ready, let them cross the barriers, go deeper, and face the real threats.
"Is this plan risky?" Guilliman asked the auxiliary elf.
Compared to other plans, this plan has the lowest risk. Of course, the Chaos Gods will also be aware of what you are doing and will make corresponding plans and attacks, but as long as the host can persist and not be corrupted, the success rate of the plan can reach 98%.
Guilliman was silent for a moment before speaking, "Is there no 100% plan?"
The universe is just a crazy place created by God rolling dice, host, nothing is 100%, everything can only be infinitely close, but not 100% certain. Not only is life evolving, but the universe itself is also evolving. Even the gods who can peek into time dare not guarantee that the past that has long ended is 100%, everything is possible.
"In that case, after finishing the matter in the Nephilim sector, I will go to Terra." Guilliman said, "Now, my reforms have begun to show initial results, and the troops in my hands are enough for me to deal with the Terran Senate and the Martian Mechanicus."
With that, Guilliman stood up and walked to the balcony, overlooking the ruined city outside.
The construction team is busy repairing the damage caused by the war.
People treated the wounded and rescued their meager belongings from the rubble.
Machine slaves carried heavy building materials.
Both men and women had smiles on their faces.
Seeing Guilliman standing on the balcony, everyone couldn't help but cheer.
They are the children of this dark age.
All I have seen in my life is nothing but hardship, suffering and endless war and conflict.
Even though fate is so cruel, they still fight unyieldingly.
In the dark galaxy, surrounded by enemies, they remain indomitable, fighting hard, leaning on each other to resist the terrible suffering that their soft shoulders cannot bear.
The human empire needs his help. Only in this way can it be reborn from the ashes, move towards transcendence, and end this eternal war.
"Humanity will win." Guilliman looked at the people cheering excitedly and whispered.
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Governor's Office.
Anna laughed crazily, her plan had succeeded.
A War Lord named Fikris, the Primarch's personal guard and the person in charge of the celebration parade, sent someone to inform Anna.
Prepare to have her personally place the wreath of honor on Guilliman.
This is to show the gratitude of the people of Vitria to the Primarch.
The huge sense of satisfaction made Anna feel extremely excited and extremely happy.
The feeling of having her desire for power satisfied made Anna more determined to move up.
She wants to become the core of the empire's power step by step and gain the terrifying power that the world looks up to.
Satisfy his ever-hungry desire for power.
Become an existence that is second to none and above ten thousand people.
"I will use the most beautiful petals to make the Primarch's laurel wreath."
Anna gave orders to her followers and advisers.
Let them find the most beautiful petals.
She had to complete this task to perfection and leave a deep impression on the Primarch and the many expedition leaders.
However, the subsequent preparatory work soon ran into difficulties.
The followers and think tanks brought all the petals from Vitria and even from several nearby galaxies.
Anna was not satisfied at all.
These flowers are too ordinary and totally unworthy of the Primarch's noble status.
Anna was so worried about this that she lost her appetite.
She must find the perfect petal to complete this task. Only in this way can she be recognized by Guilliman and gain more power.
Anna's temper is getting worse and worse.
She always yelled at her followers and advisers, saying they were all trash.
Not even a petal worthy of the original could be found.
Anna was racking her brains over this.
They even offered a huge reward.
Many interstellar mercenaries took out their own stocks, but none of them could satisfy Anna.
As time is running out, other work of the celebration is coming to an end.
Anna became more and more anxious.
Until one day, a man in a robe walked into the Governor's Palace and presented her with a gorgeous and beautiful petal that embodied all the beauty in the world.
"What kind of flower is this?" Anna was fascinated by the flower at the first sight.
This flower is so perfect.
There is not a single flaw to be found.
There is no problem with the roots, petals or green leaves.
It's so perfect that it doesn't seem like something from the real world.
"A wild flower found at the bottom of the hive, but it was watered with the blood of those full of desire, so it looks particularly beautiful." said the man.
"Watered with blood?" One of Anna's staff frowned, with a bad feeling in his heart, "Sir, such flowers cannot be accepted. The Primarch is noble and sacred. He is the son of the Emperor and the savior of mankind. How can we use such things to blaspheme him?"
"Aren't those ordinary flowers blasphemous?" the man said, "Those vulgar things are worthy of being associated with the Primarch. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world."
"It's just a flower. It doesn't matter what waters it. What matters is that it is beautiful and perfect enough to be worthy of the Primarch's noble status."
Several other staff officers wanted to object, but unexpectedly Anna spoke up at this time.
"Indeed, this is just a flower. The means of cultivating it are not important. The most important thing now is how to perfectly complete this mission. As long as we can leave a deep impression on the Primarch, our future will be smooth."
"But, sir, if it gets leaked out, I'm afraid you'll be punished," said a staff officer.
"This matter can be easily resolved as long as it is not leaked." Anna looked at everyone present, "During the cultivation of this flower and the celebration, your wives and children will be looked after by someone special. When this celebration is perfectly concluded and the Primarch leaves Vitria, he will be free again."
Anna murdered her husband.
He also sent people to hunt down the mistress's daughter.
In order to keep the secret, she instructed her assassins to kill the detective.
For someone like her who is determined to climb up the ladder, there is nothing that is impossible.
When the many think tanks and followers present heard this, they all looked horrified.
But before they could express their objection, a group of genetically enhanced men in black walked out from the side, each of them exuding a cold aura and holding daggers and plasma guns in their hands.
Obviously, anyone who uttered a word of objection would be immediately brought before the Emperor.
"Anyone who dares to delay the Primarch's important affairs must be prepared to be torn to pieces by me." Anna stood up and said.
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